Do You Have A Minute To Save The World?

"Excuse me, miss. Do you have a minute to save the world?"

I'm positive that the average New Yorker has been accosted a minimum of 2-3 times per season by dedicated young individuals devoted to [insert cause].

Just last week, I was approached in Grand Central Station by a young guy who started off by saying "Hi, we're talking to people wearing purple scarves today."

Yea, right. 
I didn't buy that for a second. But I had a few minutes to kill, so I decided to humor him.

He started asking me all these questions about how much money I spend on essential living (food and water) every day. I knew the purpose of this was to make me feel guilty about how much I spend and how I could afford to live on 50 cents less a day and instead donate that money to [insert cause].

I wasn't having it. He could tell. His approach wasn't even original, and he was representing an organization that I had actually never heard of. When I asked him for some literature, he couldn't even show me a packet. I was calling bullshit.

He tried a new approach—he asked me about the ring that I was wearing on my middle finger, and if I knew what that represented. (I did not.) He then told me that wearing a ring on my middle finger indicates that I "know what I want to do in life but go about it in a chaotic way."

I told him that he couldn't be farther from the truth. There are very, very few aspects of my life that could even be considered remotely chaotic. 

At this time, I decided that it was time to leave him. No, I did not want to give him my credit card information. I was positive that I would be subscribed to some unbreakable contract that would extract monthly payments from my account for the rest of my life.